When those with whom I had studied and contended for prizes for five years came to bid me good-by, and I learned of the barrier that prevented me from following in their footsteps--"no girls admitted here"-- my vexation and mortification knew no bounds.

I remember, now, how proud and handsome the boys looked in their new clothes, as they jumped into the old stage coach and drove off, and how lonely I felt when they were gone and I had nothing to do, for the plans for my future were yet undetermined.

Again I felt more keenly than ever the humiliation of the distinctions made on the ground of sex.
My time was now occupied with riding on horseback, studying the game of chess, and continually squabbling with the law students over the rights of women.

Something was always coming up in the experiences of everyday life, or in the books we were reading, to give us fresh topics for argument.

They would read passages from the British classics quite as aggravating as the laws.